tessa and a box. again.
Yet another Tessa + Box = TRUE LOVE story that will leave the kitten crushed and broken-hearted when I must recycle the box. She’ll find another (inevitably doomed) cardboard love. She’s resilient.
Yet another Tessa + Box = TRUE LOVE story that will leave the kitten crushed and broken-hearted when I must recycle the box. She’ll find another (inevitably doomed) cardboard love. She’s resilient.
We went to the Salem Haunted Happenings Grand Parade tonight. Most of my photos are blurry, but some of them are fun anyway. I think the best part was likely the East Beverly All-Star
There’s been far too much book excitement around here, and not enough of what is truly the heart of this blog: the kittens. So, here are the fluffmonsters in their natural habitat, cardboard boxes.
It’s autumn! For reals! I have socks on! My coffee was pumpkin flavored this morning! It was iced coffee, but still. Autumn! Oh, how I adore you, season of mists & mellow fruitfulness. The
I sent my completed revisions back to Agentland last week. My revisions did not reach Agentland last week, due to the inconsistent wonderment that is the internet. I blame Mercury in stupid, stupid retrograde.